[ any doubts he had about this are gone the second he hears evan's voice. ]
[ like evan, he's practiced at hiding pain. at pretending he's not in agony, like every breath he takes doesn't ache. like it doesn't still sting a sore throat and burn his ribs every time. ]
[his voice is still a little rough, but it's closer to how it might be after waking up, or after taking a shot. nothing like the raw gravel that was shredding his throat the day after the fight. ]
Don't wanna get recognised on my way out when I'm leaving your body behind, more like.
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[ like evan, he's practiced at hiding pain. at pretending he's not in agony, like every breath he takes doesn't ache. like it doesn't still sting a sore throat and burn his ribs every time. ]
[his voice is still a little rough, but it's closer to how it might be after waking up, or after taking a shot. nothing like the raw gravel that was shredding his throat the day after the fight. ]
Don't wanna get recognised on my way out when I'm leaving your body behind, more like.